Day: July 23, 2004

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty, oh and weightless then maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

So I bring my HD to the office to try and salvage some data.

Of course, I bring the wrong HD.

This day is less than 3 hours old. So far, it's been one of the shittiest days I've had in recent memory.

First my hard drive goes boom.

Then, I have one hell of a bad-ass allergic reaction. My face went all blotchy and itchy, and my eyes. My eyes. I've never seen that before. My eyes were red. Not bloodshot. Red! RED! as in no more white! I was sexy as hell, let me tell you.

I figure it's either the cat litter that I changed, or some bathroom product of Marc's. Anyway, it's mostly resolved now – the joy of benadryl – except that I'm doped to the gills and will be groggy for most of the day. I hate this shit.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARHG!

Words you do NOT want to see when you don't even have your first cup of coffee in the morning:

Primary master failure.
Primary slave failure.
No system disk detected!

What does this mean in layman's terms? My desktop is now a paperweight.

Well, it's not *that* bad, as I was able to boot into linux. My windows partition though, is toast. Fuuuuck.